The Saintess's Adorably Shameful Fart
‘Haa… would you look at that.’
Han Jin-seong wasn’t an idiot. The soft sensation pressing against his back. That ass wiggling like it was begging to be noticed. And now, right in front of him, those plump cheeks swaying tantalizingly close. There was no way he couldn’t grasp her intentions when she was shaking her bare ass so blatantly like this.
‘But why?’
It wasn’t anything to do with the massage, and he hadn’t commanded her under hypnosis. This was purely her own will—coming onto him with such vulgar, lewd temptation.
The fact that she was reacting like this without any hypnosis meant…
‘Eh, whatever.’
Instead of overthinking it, Han Jin-seong decided to just enjoy the moment.
“Even if I healed you with holy power, the wounds are gone but your condition hasn’t fully recovered. Please keep that in mind and take your medicine… ugh…♥?!”
His finger zeroed in on her asshole through the thin panties wedged between her cheeks, pressing deep-♥ into the entrance.
The sudden, unexpected assault on her hypersensitive hole—which had been abused all morning—sent a slick panty barrier straight to her insides. The saintess nearly let out a lewd moan without realizing it.
Startled by this, the patient looked up at her.
“S-Saintess…? Is something wrong…?”
Seriel barely managed to compose her slutty, melting expression as the pleasure from her asshole hit her without warning. She forced a smile toward the patient—even as her legs trembled from the sensation of his finger stirring inside her through the panties.
“Ah, it’s nothing…♥”
She desperately made excuses with a smile, but her voice was already soaked in pleasure, trembling finely.
Squish- His finger didn’t stop. Using the wet fabric as lube, it delved even deeper, more relentlessly into her already loosened asshole.
She bit her lip hard at the feeling of his cum sloshing inside her belly in time with his movements. The depraved thrill of the patient right in front of her amplified the pleasure several times over.
‘Aah…♥ Priest… finally…♥’
The thought that her slutty approach had finally reached him filled her with overwhelming joy.
Seriel held nothing back anymore. She shook her ass more lewdly, more seductively, as if trying to take his finger even deeper. Please… deeper, all the way inside. This tight female ass is yours. Her whole body was pleading for it.
As if responding to her eager movements, his finger plunged even deeper—then, without warning, it slipped out.
Her asshole, which had been clenching tight around it, suddenly had an empty space. At the same time, the air that had been forced inside the narrow hole escaped… creating a sound in the quiet clinic that was all too clear, mortifying, and utterly filthy.
Prrrrrrrt-♥
Because her belly was full of his cum, it was a sticky fart laced with the scent of night-blooming flowers.
“……”
“……”
“……”
A split-second silence. A heavy quiet fell over the clinic, as if all sounds had vanished.
The patient’s faint breathing, the wind rustling branches outside… and the pounding of her own heartbeat echoing in her head.
Seriel’s face flushed crimson in an instant. The lust-glazed light in her eyes faded, her pupils trembling as if she’d burst into tears any second.
Her mind went blank. It was over. Ruined. Everything was done for. Her dignity, honor as a saintess—no, as a woman—shattered by that one filthy fart sound.
The cathedral… I need to purify it all at the cathedral…!!
Just as a scream-like sob was about to burst from her lips—
“Ah, excuse me… haha. Sorry about that. Must be indigestion from lunch. How embarrassing.”
Han Jin-seong stepped in. With a perfectly calm, natural voice—as if he’d been the one who made the sound—he flashed a hearty grin at the patient and apologized.
At his words, Seriel’s crumbling world barely steadied itself.
In disbelief, she turned to look at the priest. He was still smiling warmly, reassuring the patient.
‘Aah…♥ Priiiest…♥♥’
Her affection for him deepened desperately, her womb clenching and oozing sticky love from deep in her lower belly.
Squish-♥
“─♥?!”
His finger invaded her asshole again through the soaked panties, thrusting boldly inside without hesitation.
Her body jolted at the unexpected stimulus. The patient was still there! Even after that horrific incident!
His finger ravaged her shithole with even more intense, relentless motions than before.
Squelch-♥ Squelch-♥
“──♥♥…!!”
The walls still slick from the massive load he’d dumped in her that morning were scraped by his curved fingertip along with the panty.
The intense shame from before mixed with the anal pleasure she felt now, leaving Seriel’s mind growing hazy.
Then, his finger quickly pulled out—
‘…Nooo…!!’
Realizing what was happening, she desperately clenched her sphincter with all her might, but it was too late.
Air escaped through the gap his finger had made, echoing once more.
Prrrrrrrp-♥
“─♥!!”
Seriel’s mind truly went blank this time.
“Ugh… sorry. My stomach’s acting up… Anyway, that’s the treatment done, so go home and rest well.”
“Ah, y-yes… thank you…?”
Han Jin-seong intervened again. With realistic acting—frowning and clutching his belly—the bewildered patient bowed and hurried out of the clinic.
“……….”
Twice. He’d covered for her twice.
She couldn’t think anymore. She just bent at the waist, burying her flushed face in her hands, trembling.
Gratitude, guilt, and searing shame mixed, making tears well up.
“……”
“Hic… sniff…”
With the patient gone, Seriel began sobbing pitifully. Twice. Right in front of the man she’d been trying to seduce. Her shoulders shook faintly from the horrific humiliation.
“Haha. Saintess… come here.”
“Kyaa-?!”
Her body floated lightly, and the next moment, she was seated on his firm yet soft lap.
Startled by the sudden change, she looked up—and met his warm gaze.
Without a word, Han Jin-seong began stroking her back gently, like soothing a child. With each pass of his large, warm hand, the tension drained from her rigid body bit by bit.
His kindness made the tears she’d been holding back threaten to burst again.
“Saintess, even your fart sounds are so hot and cute.”
“……Pardon?”
For a moment, Seriel doubted her ears. What did he just say…? Hot and cute? …That filthy, dirty sound…?
The saintess stared at him blankly. His face held no trace of teasing—just pure affection and warmth.
Seriel was confused. The moment she’d wanted to die from shame was transforming into something else entirely with his single sentence.
Hot… cute… That meant he could accept all of her… even her filthiest, dirtiest parts.
At that thought, the hellish emotions from moments ago melted away, replaced by a warm, sweet something.
“……♥♥!”
Unable to lift her head, she buried her face in his chest. Her ears burned red, her heart pounding like it would explode.
“P-Priest… d-don’t say things like that…♥ It’s embarrassing…♥”
Her mumbling voice from shame was tiny as an ant’s, but it overflowed not with resentment… but with uncontrollable joy and excitement.
The saintess clutched his clothes tight, burrowing deeper into his embrace.
‘Hot… cute… my fart sound…♥ Aah, what do I do… so embarrassing… but happy…♥ He really… loves every part of me…♥’
Her shoulders twitched faintly again in his arms, soaked in relief and joy.
“Ah…♥!”
His hand had slipped behind her ass, precisely finding her asshole through the soaked saintess robes and panties, slowly circling and teasing the area.
“So, Saintess, why’d you do that earlier? Rubbing those slutty tits on my back… baring your ass and shaking it… shoving it in my face and wiggling. Huh?”
At his teasing interrogation mixed with the rising anal pleasure, she let out a small moan, her body jolting.
‘Aah…♥ He knew all along…♥’
It was embarrassing, but it also thrilled her that her clumsy seduction had worked on him. Shame and satisfaction blended, heating her face again.
With her face buried in his chest, Seriel could only mumble without answering.
“Th-that was… I… because you’re so handsome, Priest… I couldn’t help it… hyaaang…♥!”
Her excuse turned into a lewd cry mid-sentence. His circling finger stopped—then pressed-♥ hard into the wrinkles around her asshole through the wet fabric.
That expert touch tracing each wrinkle like fondling a door, pressing as if begging to enter. Her ass twitched involuntarily.
The saintess couldn’t speak anymore, surrendering to his touch, panting raggedly.
A man who called even her filthy fart hot and cute. A man who’d watched her lewd seduction, yet held her tenderly without scorn, fondling her ass.
Seriel thought she could never escape this man—and deep down, wished he’d touch even deeper inside soon.
I couldn’t exactly show you all the fart meme, so here’s a cute Seriel pic instead. I value your eyes and mental health, you see.
